on the captive

Mother is still dead.Before she died, she seemed to have hallucinations, and she kept murmuring another name in her mouth.

Andrian froze.He once doubted whether his mother had love for his father, because she betrayed him, and it seemed that he had completely erased him from memory.

But at that moment, when he saw her pronounce his father's name, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

For the first time, he saw so deeply what kind of existence love is.

It's hard to tell what kind of eyes it is, gentle, affectionate, and fragile... The mother seems to have returned to the age of 17, gently calling out to her beloved young officer.

She didn't forget, she just buried this feeling in the deepest part, until it became a part of her body, shaped into a corner of her soul, accompanied her, supported her to live, and became the pillar of their son.

She misses him a lot.

Adrian burned her body to ashes, and Tojoma sent the ashes to the outside world, and scattered them all in the sea.He finally freed her soul from the land.

After returning to the small room in the concentration camp, he collapsed on the bed with his upper body naked, as if he had lost all his strength.

On his body—the originally smooth skin was covered with scars of different shades and shapes, and the junction between the skin and the flesh looked particularly hideous.Those patterns were like cursed runes, connected together to form black iron chains, binding him firmly in the darkness.

The new tattoo, carved into his collarbone, is hard to tell because of the bloody flesh.It is an eight-pointed star, a symbol of power.

He watched it bleed almost numbly, which should have been excruciatingly painful, but he barely noticed it.

The dark ceiling, the surroundings were as dead as gray... Finally, I was the only one left.

He felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he wiped it with his hand, and the wet touch of the liquid felt like blood.

He finally couldn't bear to cover his eyes, and curled up like a dying animal, his body let out a suppressed scream in the darkness.

In 1960, following Khrushchev's reforms after he came to power, various concentration camps were gradually disbanded, and countless law thieves were released back into the light.

He resolutely broke away from the organization and joined the red Soviet regime.Maybe, he thought, his mother and father would be pleased with it.

But the tattoo on his body has become an eternal imprint.No one would wash away a tattoo of sin for a rebellious law thief.They seem to seal up those painful memories, and remind him of a painful past.

"Those law thieves got annoyed, they wanted to control me, they injected me with drugs."

"When the drug addiction hit, I couldn't restrain myself, so I shot here." Andrian pointed to the left side of his heart.

Hearing this, Shen Ronghe looked at the major in disbelief, but the other party was still calm as before.

"But they didn't expect me to survive. So in the third month of detox, I made them all disappear, everyone."

As he had learned in the concentration camps, if a fight was unavoidable, learn to fight first.

"I had no one to lean on and talk to, not a single one... I was very disturbed, I didn't know how I was different from them."

The other party's voice didn't fluctuate much, but Shen Ronghe felt a tremor in it.Seeing the sadness in those amber eyes, his heart twitched.

Shen Ronghe has always known that the major is a powerful god-like existence, but before that, he was also a mortal who would be afraid, cowardly and feel pain.

Now, he seemed to have torn off that scar, and stood in front of Shen Ronghe naked and bloody.And Shen Ronghe, who knew all this, was full of powerless exhaustion, and his whole heart swelled with sadness.There is a voice in my head screaming frantically: He is in pain, please help him.

"No." Shen Ronghe's head was hot for a while, he looked up at him, and his voice was firm: "The world is not all prisons and sins... You are in the light now. There are many people around you who are willing to get close to you and respect you, such as Astayev, like... me. You are different from them. You have the blood of those who love you... You have something you want to protect, and you have not been assimilated by them."

His hand moved to the position of the major's heart, where it was beating regularly, "Here is something you insist on, and no one else can touch it or take it away."

Andrian stared blankly at the person in front of him, a thread in his brain seemed to snap.He only felt that the place covered by the warm palm of the other party was moving faster and faster, so fast that he could hardly hear what the other party said.

He looked at the other person's face soaked in the moonlight, those dark eyes embraced him, the eyes were so gentle that they almost melted, making people... want to cry.

His eyes flicked obsessively over the other person's eyebrows, nose bridge, and thin lips... There was unprecedented heat all over his body, and his body suddenly felt the intense pleasure of taking drugs eight years ago, which made Andrian His heart trembled uncontrollably as if being struck by an electric current.All this sweetness feels like a punishment.

I can't watch it anymore, I will go crazy if I watch it again.

Adrian closed his eyes, thinking to himself, if only he were that moonlight.

That way you can kiss him on the face with impunity.